By a pumpkin field there’s an ancient inn,
where the wind blows cold and pumpkins grin,
and locals are distracted from their ale and rum
to stare whenever strangers come.
Those who choose to stay for the night
will wish they hadn’t, with hindsight.
Wrapped in sweaty nightclothes’ trammel,
one ear listening for the keyhole’s rattle,
the naïve and gullible groan and sigh
at the chilling look in a landlord’s eye,
the icy hand and the sinister warning
to stay wide awake until the morning
and hail a coach to another staging post
without the reputation of a resident ghost.
Kim M. Russell, 1st October 2024

Image by Getty Images for Unsplash+
It’s Tuesday and time for Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Merril is welcoming us to harvest and haunting. She says we can take the themes of harvest or haunted literally or use them metaphorically in any way we wish. “Harvest grain, organs, fish, or emotions; imagine the grim reaper. Write about something that haunts you, regret, a long-ago love, thoughts of someone who has died, or actual ghosts. Explore a haunted harvest.”
She says that the themes are not October-specific and we may choose to combine them, as Carl Sandburg does in ‘Under the Harvest Moon’. Or we may choose to write about one or the other. Another example she gives us is Siegfried Sassoon’s poem ‘Haunted’, about a man in a haunted wood.
I love a spooky poem!
I love you managed to make that haunted inn sound almost amusing (though probably not if you stayed there)— love something lighthearted spooky.
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Thanks Björn. I think I was inspired by the one in An American Werewolf in London, where the two guys enter and everything stops and everyone stares at them.
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I may need to rewatch that! We saw it when it first came out.
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One of my favourites.
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Oh, I love this, Kim! I think Björn is right–I think it’s the rhyme and ballad feel. It’s the delicious tingle of hearing a ghost story (as long as it’s not your own). 😊
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Thanks Merril! I the ballad feel is what I was after!
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You’re welcome, Kim. You nailed it!
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I knew I was in for a feast when I read the two first lines! Absolutely brilliant…and was not surprised to see your comment about how much you enjoyed spooky poetry…it really showed. Wonderful, truly.
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Thank you so much, Ain. What a lovely comment.
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Is it, the, reputation of the inn that’s, enhanced the tourists’ experiences of their stays, or, are there, actually, ghosts that, haunt this, inn??? One has to, ponder…
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Good question!
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a timeless feel to this, and properly spooky ~
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Cheers Michael!
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I find tightly woven verse like this incantational – how many spirit are invoked and rise to the stalk this inn!
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It’s the time of year for incantations, Brendan!
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A wonderful spooky poem, the icy hand and sinister warning, stay wide awake until the morning…love it!! I think I may have lived in a town like that once Ha ha…well the looks given to strangers anyway!
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Thank you, Dianne. It’s like that in some parts of Norfolk – we’ve been stared at in pubs.
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This one is scary fun. The use of rhyme adds to the pleasure of reading it.
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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I sense tongue firmly in cheek in this one, Kim. Some of the old men who hang around in country pubs really are scary though xx
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You got it, Jane. We have our fair share of strange men in Norfolk pubs. xx
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It’s weird how some people are more afraid of pumpkins than of their neighbours…
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A truly “haunting” poem, Kim—as ever, you have a way of painting scenes with both the deftest of touches (“wrapped in sweaty nightclothes’ trammel,” “the icy hand and sinister warning”) and a keen ear for sound (love the strong rhymes and fluid iambs in this one). Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for the appreciation, Chris!
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Oh my, set this one to music! I seriously wished I wasn’t sitting in a hotel so that I could grab my guitar!
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Thank you, Alexandra. Maybe put it to music when you get home?
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I enjoyed your take, Kim. The rhyming is a delight. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty!
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I read and enjoyed Kim — thank you. 🙂✌🏼🫶🏼
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Cheers Rob!
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A wonderful spooky story poem Kim. I can see you reading this to little ones and scaring them a little! ☺️ 👻
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Thanks Christine!
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We’re all pumpkins when it comes to Halloween. That ghostly cloud is chilling!
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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I love this, Kim! Tongue in cheek spooky at its best!
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Thanks so much, Punam!
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Thrillingly spooky, Kim. Loved it!
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Thanks Dora!
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Eerie and funny at the same time!
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Thanks Sara!
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Sting could set this to music! Ten More Summoner’s Tales! 😊
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Thank you!
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